


Well, the neighborhood bully
he’s just one man
His enemies say he’s on their land
They got him outnumbered
about a million to one
He got no place to escape to
no place to run
He’s the neighborhood bully



Well, the neighborhood bully
he’s just one man
His enemies say he’s on their land
They got him outnumbered
about a million to one
He got no place to escape to
no place to run
He’s the neighborhood bully


The emergency room
in my dream hospital
is well stocked
with state of the art
pharmaceuticals
and strange alien devices
that light up
with the slightest touch
From a distance
“Suivre le fleuve …”
in the gentlest of voices

The thing about walls
is there’s always a hole
and eventually . . .
they all crumble and fall

I dreamt upon
the flight of night
riding the backseat
of a V8 Ford Pilot
whilst a Corporate Shaman
was stealthily installing
into my right arm
a mechanism
powered by lithium
that would recharge
my iPhone
disseminate information
and track me on my trek
across an outback desert
I asked . . .
was this for my benefit
or the Corporation’s?
A vow of silence
prevented him
from answering

Roaming fields
of poppies flowering
in a land flowing
with milk and honey
ever so gracefully
she comes to me
mandala dreaming
under a Tuscan sun
with sweet whispers
of priceless treasures
and mighty endeavours
yet to be done

Walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers
from a favela slum
to the mountain summit
through fields of green
far beyond
the stormy weather
singing a gypsy hymn
petitioning the heavens
for a taste of that
ever loving
Kingdom to come
Never the right answer
Always the wrong question
Is Jesus Christ
the key to eternity?
After all is said and done
He’s the one
who rose from the dead
Maybe . . .
the baby of nativity
has been thrown out
with this world’s
dirty bathwater?